you could never as i will always.

because she could never say those words again.

never to its full effect anyhow.

the last one was pointless yet demanded the life of her.

if she only knew, if she only knew..
would she have cried now


while you were being so careless,
while you were trudging senseless,
slow insignificant slices like papercuts
that pains her with a physical minority
yet marks ever so long deep inside.


still. retrace the words and movements,
reactions to voices and its so hard to believe.
it is so hard to just, believe.

your actions and your words before and of certain present time
never matched, really they never..
actually makes sense.

it might just be her.
but she'd rather now to blame it on you.


and how sweet it is that you are incapable of swallowing your pathetic guilt.
from her you shall take no more.
no more, no more.


begone.